Sunday Snog – Not Just Desserts

Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my latest release, Not Just Desserts, which appears in Smut for Chocoholics, edited by Kevin Mitnik.

When he came back in, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. He closed the door behind him. “We’re alone. So, what were you saying about not wasting any more time?”

The bubble of lust expanded further, and spurred her on. Out of her seat, across the room and into his arms. She pressed him against the door, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He responded immediately, pulling her harder against his body, her curves moulding against his hard torso—and harder cock. Their kiss deepened. Stephen parted his sinful lips and his tongue tried for entry to her mouth. She allowed it in, almost swooning in his embrace as he possessed her lips, her mouth, her tongue. Her bubble burst, and her knickers quickly became drenched. All this, just from a kiss. She suspected the months of lusting after him had probably added to her arousal—the fact that she was finally, finally, getting what she wanted.

Except she wasn’t. The kiss was delightful and all, but what she really wanted was his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her pussy. She pulled away.

“Mmm,” he said, grinding his crotch against hers. “You taste of chocolate.”

She grinned. “I should think I bloody well do.”

“We’ll have to share one of those some time. It looked good.”

“Mmm—hmm. But I can think of something I’d rather share, right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She slipped her hand between their bodies and cupped his crotch. She sucked in a breath as she felt the heft of his cock. She suspected it would do very nicely… and then some.